Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-02-24
TRUE AS STEEL.


The evening meal was Just over at
Farmer Bottoms; the big red hre was
xaked into a ruddier blaze, and the can
dies were lighted.
Mrs. Bolton was busy at her house,
holl labors, and her husband ABSORBED
In the columns OF the city paper that
some kindly neighbor had brought In,
"a 700 busy TO heed the shouts Of the
children at their play in the big unfur-
aished psrlor beyond.
Suddenly the farmer laid down his
paper. and pushed the steel spec.sclss up
on his forehead.
Ursula" said he. how would you
IKE 10 lose KittenP"
lose Kitten"
The good oma dropped into the
dish-pan the blue plate she was
Washing.
"It's ten years since we found her on
eur doorstep on a March mornin'," re-
sumed the farmer and she's growed
up rs straight and beautiful US one of
your white lilies. I've always wondered
none OF her folks didn't come furard 10
claim her. but they never did. Ii
would be very nard TO part with her
now"
4" I'd cen a'most as soon part with our
Robin" said the wife. But what
put that in your head just now, A aph:'
Mr. Bolton r adjusted his specialize,
sought out the corner OF the paper 10
had last been reading. and slowly spelled
out h efoiiowing Paragraph:
INFORMATION WANTED Of a child
named Kitty Byington, Llue-eyed, with
brown hair and a fair complexion. sup
posed II lave Ueen stolen or kidn pped
In the moth OF March, IS. III above
mentioned may be Identified by IN 10
o. lne LIT elbow, and a crescent-snapod
scar on the left hand. When abducted
IA wore a white dress, trimmed wi IA
embroidery, and a coral necklace aul
armIels. Any Information on the sue.
iecL, aadre, sod 10 B. B, No. -.
7s reet, Will be thankfully receiveI
by Ler uncle.
THAT HI ten. sure enough y eiacu-
lated Mrs. Bolton. 4" But SHE had no
oorals on. aud the embroidery had all
been tore Of her dress"
Likely { D rascals did that that
stole her away Anyhow 1t must he our
Kitten. But Why didn't they advertise
for her heiorrf
Mrs Bolt II shook u T head.
I'm sure | dom X NV. What do
you 5 pose "" uu-h 10 ,in, h~usband2"
Farm T Bolt u rose AID opened the
door. calling:
Kitten-Rn in-yon'ye played long
enough come in, Ior.'
Robert Bol OIL, Il handsome bright-eyed
boy Il thirteen, boundeI n, followed by
o pretty child Of eleven.
Come here, hi ten" said the farmer,
and she came to mis- side 10 hear
for the first time the whole story Of her
life.
'.And now, Kitten" said the old
farmer when he had finished the tale,
I" ring me the ink-bottle and a fresh
quill, Ind a sheet OF blue-lined paper"
Father, what are YOU 20 ng to dog'
I'm going 10 write % your folks,
child. / amt nc right 10 keep their
treasure back from EN-. though it
should break my old heart TO part with
the it lie one | have learned TO love so
dearly"
81 won't go to them / won't! I won't!
won't"
Kitten r. demonstrated the good far.
ners wife.
81 love you" reclaimed the child. II
will stay with you. I'm going to be
Robins little wife, and I won't leave
him."
But II 1t is right that you should go.
Kitten"
81 don't care-I don't care. I will
stay with GU allr'
When Kitten was fast asleep in bed.
with the trars yet glistening on her eye
lashe-. and n hand-the crescent
shaped scar outlined upon it-lying on
the coveriot, Farmer Bolton gotoul the
inesPott.e. n the fresh quill, and o
she tof blue paper, and wrote the Lt-
ierf6B- B.. No. - street.
.IisF45it's our duty, any way you al
NJ n, nmAsid ME farmer.
BY thelAsry next train. after the epis-
Tie had feached the far-off city, q
tall gentleman came down I Bolton
ttftYytvntyl M bis little treasure.
UH th}Fl tt3lsd nearly all my life
abfohd,~ ne sald, and IL vas mo- until
my.sekpp .hassS.sA,f few months since,
that ! learnss. bys ssAe accident that o
clue still might De gained 20 the where
abouts Of my ~orpAahIhfece. had little
.sss ss.GlSakaAlss&XaaA.tlaSs a .aa wsss s.1 !
fsss&q sR d asts ktn i~s.sn sour letter
reached me. an alone Ia the world,
s issi HssPiG . sas ~ r. S:sf''d' |
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